The Undertaker From Black Butler Novels & Stories

And on his violet robe was an A rank marking on it. The butler on the other hand was thin, he already forgot his name a long time ago. Instead, he uses an alias, Shadow Killer. Feng Shaotian was surprised that this old man seemed to blend with the surroundings, as if he didn't exist at all. He wore a Black Robe with an A rank marking, even though his looks were questionable, this old man still can't be underestimated. After some time, a maidservant came in with herbal medicine tea. Tasting the tea, Feng Shaotian's eyes sparkled in surprise. He can feel his whole body relax as if he was floating in the clouds.

"His blood now flows in her veins. The transformation was painful, but successful. She lives. Though no longer as a human." Elena closed her eyes for a second, absorbing the information. When she opened them again, a lethal coldness filled her gaze. "Where is the butler now?" "Fleeing. But Mr. Vlad is on his trail." Elena looked at the door through which the panther had vanished. A faint, dark smile curved her lips. "Let him suffer," she murmured. "No one betrays the Darkmoors and lives to tell the tale." Meanwhile, the butler Blackwell was laughing like a madman, riding on the back of a large wolf. He clutched the animal’s fur with bloodstained hands, his face twisted in an insane grin.

“We don’t eat people here. Why eat humans when Zen’s food tastes better?” Hearing this did not console the undertaker either. If anything, his hands shook more as he held up the contract. Akiko couldn’t help but wonder what was going through the undertaker’s mind. For someone accustomed to working with the deceased, did the presence of living creatures terrify him? Maybe Zen could assign them to work on farming undead monsters if Agni had such a terrible phobia of the living. “W-what kind of materials are we supposed to farm?” Agni swallowed with difficulty, trying to keep his voice stable.

And with a quick jerk, Bethel took the tea, downing it in an instant, he dropped the cup back, the butler had brought him these tea in the right time, it was the taste of blood that could calm his senses. "Out, before I feed on your disgusting blood" Bethel said to the butler, watching as the old bald man hurried out from his presence, he had seen as the man shook when he had walked towards him, and he prayed, let him not end up like the previous four butlers. The butler was just a newly converted vampire, he still had some traits of human in him.

For someone who relied on pills after suffering complications of my lower body surgery, I can say I’m sick of pills, because of that, it’s either to be or not to be now. “...I’ve worked hard.” For a moment there, I could see Taylor’s eyes glinted before returning back to his usual color. “Yes... That’s why I too, will serve you until the end.” The old butler said. I smiled to him as a response. Really, what did I do to deserve a butler like him?

Silas watched me and then followed me curiously. "So you're really a grim reaper?" He asked with interest. "Oh yeah!" I told him and looked at him. "I got kicked out though and stole these from a reaper," I pointed to the glasses. "Without these all reapers can't see." He looked at them with interest. "Really?" He asked and then laughed. "So like Black Butler?" "Yeah," I told him and looked at him. "Very much like Black Butler, except we actually have scythes and blades instead of lawn mowers and other outside equipment for a lawn." He laughed and then smiled hugely.

AFTER I threw the last blue rose on Alucard’s grave, I received a call. It was from the butler. The mages were still in the middle of their ritual as their way of sending Alucard off when I stepped out of the cemetery. I would have wanted Swan to attend the funeral but Alucard would not want that. He might rise from his grave if I’d let her know about this. “I’m in the middle of something important right now so this phone call better be worth my time, Larry,” I said after answering the call.

An elderly man clad in a gray butler's uniform standing respectfully beside the man asked. The man slowly shakes his head, his teeth clenching with each shake. "I don't care about how long he's been dead, I only care about how long I've lived just to watch him die! But wait! Did you just talk about burial? Which burial? You want me to bury him just like that after all the suffering to raise him all on my own since his mum died without seeking revenge? Did you just say that? Never!" He growls, a mystical killing intent exuding out of him in waves.

Dean inquired, curiosity laced in his voice, "you’ve worked for both gangs. Doesn’t that create a conflict for you? If they’re on opposing sides, why would they hire the same person?" The butler’s face broke into a playful smile. "Isn’t it the same for you, Dean?" he replied with a hint of mischief in his tone. Dean was taken aback by the butler’s sharp remark, his face momentarily betraying a hint of embarrassment. Only then did he realize that he, too, was playing the role of someone navigating between two factions. A flicker of guilt stirred in his heart as the implications sank in.

Quickly the door opened, the Butler ran into the office, a huge glass jug was on his hands. "One more seconds of lateness is enough for me to drink your blood and bury you six feet under my feet." Blade said, quickly collecting the jug, the Butler yelped with fear, quickly standing ten feet away from the king. Blade glared at the Butler, the Butler was a vampire yet he behaved like a human.